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Dear nick,

 

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The Editors

 

 

 

Alien Virus!

Get ill take the meds

Feel the virus take over

Part of you like you

Never knew possible

From your toes to head

Via ears and balls

You belong to the virus

Changing you from

A man called John

Who likes Pink Floyd

And drinks cider in the pub

Will his pals see the changes?

They will be targeted next

By an alien virus

Hungry for humans!

 

 

 

coast road drive

i used to drive up and down the coast road thru those north wales towns

playing sisters of mercy vision thing album full volume in my mk3 escort

it was summer 1991 i was 19 with no cares in the world

gone away with my pals for a weekend away took time out

felt my mental health issues biting me no galfriend

stopping me getting a galfriend or living my life

remembering january 1989 getting the big fat gal pregnant

the ptsd shattering my mind how it destroyed me

only music got me thru it still does decades on

driving up and down that coast road it changed things

nick the goth you'll be ok changed but things will pass

just listen to the music keep it fast and focused

drop the bastards if you’re meant to live you will

unlike those who embrace negativity and perish

there's a difference of a victim and a survivor

remember the old songs they're right now more than ever

 

 

 

Three Hours

Go change job a right old performance!

Leave for new opportunities

You want more money this is given

Yet he tells you it’s let than you get now

This is no good but let’s proceed

And see how it goes who knows

The job maybe a winner rather than

A duffer which it seems to be

We will know in three hours’ time

 

 

 

Bootleg

Use the bootleg illegal software

It does the job word processing

Just close the annoying dialog box

Away you go with your illicit Word version

Write a poem a song a story a thesis

What will you write today?

 

 

 

Weather Alert

We are warned of the coming flood

Yet some still want to hike

Others want to swim in the river

 

Some climb up the dry valley

The sky is blue here

No worries we think

 

Till the flood water hits

At 200 kilometres an hour

You'd of wished you were home

 

Reading gaming or seeing films

Not broken in bits by the flood

All that brown turgid angry water

You still wanna go outside?

 

 

 

Satanic Flu!

 

 

 

Satanic Flu!

Satan spun his best virus web in the lab on his spaceship. The witch tried to shoot him down but failed. His drone sentry craft were both effective and cheap. His new flu virus would subdue Planet Earth. Juniper’s Daughter had started a campaign of awareness against the Devil. This worked at first. People were easily manipulated. She highlighted their short term quick gains were only dark gifts to capture their souls and if they wanted long term happiness they needed honest hard work. Not a pact with Satan or the path of greed or self-gratification. What was needed was a step by step approach with clear goals and aims. Juniper’s Daughter was best at this. She was no bio weapon engineer. Her spells and invocations would stop any virus. She had intercepted a suspect ship in the asteroid belt. Several mechanical drones had thwarted her. The target ship had vanished. She suspected Satan was making viruses with anti-magic protection. Her own spells and words needed changing to deal with this. She wanted to board the craft to know where Satan had gotten his tech. Was it his own, human or alien? She circled the asteroid belt and laser scanned all objects. She was methodical and had all the time in the world. There were no ion engine exhaust tailed so who or whatever it was remained close by. What she didn’t see was several small rocks leaving the asteroid belt. These carried modified bacteria to infect innocent people on Earth! Satan always won by cunning and sneakiness.

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a poem on love/army life/betrayal...

Colombian Army Life

She destroyed on purpose

All that was special between them

This was to be free of him

For she always knew best

Being a Colombian army officer

 

Able to handle people

This included her boyfriend

Of two and a half years

The death of her president

Had a lot to do with it

 

Grief consuming her

As did her troops and countrymen

She started to think of the times

She spent with her partner

When she could’ve been on manoeuvers

 

With her soldiers and not him

So she ended it abruptly

There is no going back

Replacing his times with them

Or him accepting her back

 

She utterly ruined what existed

He still loved her very deeply

But his rule of not going back with an ex

They agreed to be comrades

But that wasn’t working

 

He called up for orders

To see how she was

She was furious as was her comrades

He was told never ever go back

 

And left immediately

That was that

And soldiers in arms

Or does he join FARC?